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dykonicdiva

“i asked ai” well i asked a femme lesbian because they know all the secrets of the universe and are never wrong

gaywill

i should be allowed to kill people based on how they talk about lesbians

aseaofquotes

Cecil Castellucci, First Day on Earth

unsubconscious

Elena Wuest (German, b. 1977) ‘Beyond’, 2025 Oil on canvas, 80 x 60cm

fragile-things-archive

did you sleep well tonight? (I love you) we should do this one day (I love you) did you eat? (I love you) I brought you this because it's your favorite (I love you) have you taken your vitamins? (I love you) I made this for you (I love you) did you get home safe? (I love you) I made you some tea (I love you) how's the project that you're working on? (I love you) don't forget your umbrella (I love you) take my scarf (I love you) I'll wait with you (I love you) I'll wait for you (I love you) (I love you) (I love you)

greatestlittlegiant

always thinking of that “i couldn’t stop wasting time” quote

greatestlittlegiant

song of the summer!!

janasojka

Yes.

fairycosmos

fucked that you can’t fix other people especially when you really care about them. Oh so im just supposed to be there for you while you suffer. like a useless cunt gargoyle

schuylerpeck

this is hard. there’s an angry toddler in charge and he’s taking a Sharpie marker to everything he can. the beautiful small town I just moved to is now fighting the construction of a data center. we have grown up with an ever-present war overseas. there is a mass shooting every other week. it has felt like the end for the bulk of my lifetime, but somehow, in the last few years, new ways of worse. everything feels huge. everything feels hopeless. I know it is not true, but is hard to feel like there will be an “after.” I know it’s not true, but it is hard to get the sense that people care.

it’s hard, feeling the draw to escapism and then realizing an industry has been built trying to keep you there so you don’t see the destruction of what’s in front of you. more colors, more light, more preoccupation. someone critiques my generation for not having kids when many can’t afford to care for a pet.

it’s hard. this feeling will pass, though is likely to come back again. I know optimism is not synonymous with gentleness. I know it is not without its fight. I know hope is my best-practiced instrument. everything gets so loud, I cannot hear what I’m playing most days. if I am playing. I will pick up the strings anyway. this is hard. it will be hard. we are here anyway.

enchantedbook

Illustration of the Great Comet of 1577, from the book Tarcuma-I Cifr al-Cami by Mohammed b. Kamaladdin, 16th century AD.

homoquartz

i’ve warmed up significantly towards the concept of small talk ever since i learned that its sole purpose is to make friendly noises.

as long as you smile and nod, people are satisfied. it’s just to show that you are nice and there with good intentions. we’re small in a big world and have to rely on other people to be decent to us. so we do our little human dance to each other to say, “i’m not here to hurt you. here’s something we have in common, like the weather or sports or itchy sweaters, so we both know we’re on the same team. we both agree on a basic fact, like that it is rainy or that being itchy is uncomfortable, and this proves we can get along. i’m being light-hearted and non-threatening right now.”

small talk isn’t to get to know a person. it’s just a greeting to affirm you’re buddies in the universe.

i am motivated by wanting the other person to know i am friendly, so i have gotten pretty decent at small talk when i used to hate it.